We're in the van and my guy is in prime form.
Stryker farts the alphabet, burps The Star Spangled Banner. Wisdom bestowed to his four year-old brother? "When you swear, timing is everything." Good thing he had a few juicy examples to spell that out.
He picks up something hard and brown from the floor and offers to eat it for twenty dollars.
At a red light, he opens his window and yells loudly--authentically: "Help! The alien family has me! Call 911!"
At which point, he leans back and says (fondly, disparagingly, wryly), "Somebody disown me, please."
your child sounds like my four year old son. He ALREADY has a (weird) sense of humor. We don't get him most of the time, but by golly, it makes perfect sense to him!
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